Playing with Holga in The Village. El misterio de la alegría? Debes mirar dentro de tí,. Nunca pares, no pares nunca! Al menos no lo hagas. Dentro, muy dentro,.

Malare-Floret thy name in Malayalam! My first attempt at English Translation of this wonderful Malayalam song, Malare, which i played in loop many times! July 17, 2015. Azhalinte Aazhangalil- Calisthenics with words. New Atheists are privilege deniers- Sushant Taing. New Atheists are privilege deniers- Sushant Taing. New Atheists are privilege deniers- Sushant Taing.

Ramblings by someone who is made of perfections and imperfections, dreams and excuses, and smiles and scars. I could see in the depth of your eyes. Shades of all the cities. I ever dreamt of traveling to. But little did i know of. The lust that lurked beneath all the hues. Not just the lust to make love with my body. But also the one to make love. With all the pain that would wreathe me. When you would drift away from me. Alone, without your arms.

School Stories Urine Therapy Part II. Stared at her hostess in dismay. Having never faced a weeping hostess before, she did not understand how to deal with the situation. Ambikka, please, she pleaded. Please relax! I am sorry if I reminded you of something you would like to forget. I can never forget it even if I tried, declared Ambika.

From the sun and the trees. And the night sky of stars. In rooms of cold walls. And heave sighs of dusty air. No one ever sees thee. Fearless, a word of such strength. A strength, flooded with tears.

My baby, and my books. This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside. She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter. Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine. They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies. The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another.

A story is only as good as the storyteller. The words you are looking for are floating in the back of your mind,. The answers you seek you may never find. What is easy to think is hard to voice, reality really does leave us in a bind. The Catcher in the Rye. A LETTER TO MY READERS.

Microscopic perspective of My Microcosm! Top Lists to Take. Loves me, loves me not, Loves me, loves me not-The number of destroyed rose petals in this foolish indulgence of a dilemmatic heart can vouch for the turmoil between repercussions and reasoning. Have you watched this? An artistic streak of Mumbai.

An unfiltered take on l i f e. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Have you read these yet? Tweeting Away to Glory. To the lady who changed the face of Tamil Nadu. 8230;and I went about with l i f e. HeyLo, We all go a little mad sometimes.